I wake to the birds chirping and the banking sun in my face creating a mild head ache. I stumble out of my bed and go to our bathroom only down the Hall, I go to the sink and grab my hair brush.
Looking into the partially broken mirror I see my usual light gray eyes and my long strawberry hair tangled. "Ivy, wake up!" Mother calls from the kitchen
I walk into my room deciding to ignore her. I flop onto my bed and put my head phones in blasting a Car a Torch a Death By Twenty One Pilots. I pull out one side of my ear phones and hear my mother knock hard on my door then barges in.
"I told you to wake up!" She screams. "I didn't hear you!" i mumble back, hoping she'd understand. "Bull shit!" She says as she hits me across my face knocking me off the side of my bed. I cry out as she grabs me by my arms and slams me against my wall and drops me with force. "Disobey me again, see what happens."
She walks out and slams my door. I shudder and hunch over in pain realizing my side is lightly bleeding, realizing i hit the dresser. I scramble up and start getting ready for school while shredding a couple tears and text my best friend Amanda to see if were walking today.
Great she's sick i think, that means I'm alone today. An hour later i arrive at school and go under a tree with my head phones in and wait for the bell to ring. I cover my face with my hair as i notice Adam, my crush walk closer to me. He never does this , i mean we text a bit but-" hey are you okay?" He cuts me off "yep, just fine." I mumble back. "Are you sure? You look upset, it almost looked like you were crying walking to school, I'm worried about you." I blush and before i can reply the bell rings. "Bye." He yells over his shoulder. 'Did he see me walking?' I think to myself.
I enter the school and go to my locker "FAG" "EMO" "KILL YOURSELF" "SLIT YOUR WRISTS SOME MORE!" These words are scattered on my locker in magic marker. I feel a tear run down my face.
I run to the restroom and slam myself into a stall, lock it and sit on the floor crying. I spend about half an hour in the stall crying and think to myself that i should leave before 1st period ends and i can be the first one to Art. I collect my belongings and swiftly walk my way to the art building about a block away. I push my hair out my face and see Stacey and her dumb little "group" walking to art across they street, Damn.
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Poison Ivy(my recovery)
Short StoryIvy's always been depressed and sad, but will she make it until her 18th birth day, will she be alive or can she save herself from the cruel life?
